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 Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2006 9:17 pm
Another Day at the Manor. . . . Lenore steps out of the open doorway at the front of the home. The sun is almost down, but the unportected parts of her skin start to sting, immediately, when she feels the warm rays of the red sun through the chill of the air. She is about to close the door when her boot bumps into something soft.
Frowning, she turns and looks down at the ground. What the heel of her foot has brushed happens to be a pillow. And, there seems to be a little boy, with dark turquois hair, resting his head on the pillow. He is cuddled under a thick, powder blue blanket, and is sucking on the point of an odd-looking star, and he seems to be sleeping.
She knows, from past experience, just what this might be, and she smiles a little.
Halos are good, after all, right? This one cannot possibly be as demanding as Trixie. . . . right?
Crouching down, Lenore raises a scaled hand before moving it to lay, softly, on the little boy's shoulder.
With a great yawn, he opens his eyes a little, blearily. He looks over at Lenore, and he first thing out of his mouth is: "Huh?"
Lenore chuckles at the sleepy tone in his voice. "How long have you been out here, little one?"
He just seems to blink at her, confused, and lets go of the little star. It immediately starts to float around the halo over the boy's head.
"Will you let me carry you into the house, where it is warm?" Lenore asks.
Yawning widely, the boy sits up, the blanket falling off of him to rest in his lap. He stretches, affording Lenore a look at his stomach.
Ooooooooo! she squeals in her head. It is just like Bedtime Bear's! I love the Care Bears!
She immediately feels foolish (after all, she has outgrown such things, right?), and grins at the little Pae, waiting for his response.
Finally, he nods. Lenore scoops him up in her arms, and he nuzzles his cheek into her shoulder, clenching his fists in her shirt. She starts going inside, the star following them.
"Do you have a name?" Lenore asks, soflty, as she settles onto the couch.
"Huh?" he says again, blinking blearily at her. "Uuuuh, Bedtime," he replies through a yawn.
"Alright, Bedtime," Lenore says, chuckling, and starts to rock him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 6:45 pm
Shopping! Lenore walks down the crowded streets of Barton, Bedtime tucked into the baby sling strapped to her chest. He is sleeping, as usual, sucking on one of the points of that strange little star that floats around his halo when he hasn't got a hold on it. One of his hands is fisted around the thin strap of Lenore's shirt.
Looking down at him, she can't help but smile. He is so cute!
She stops outside of one of the stores, and looks into the window. "Bedtime, darling," she says, softly, reaching up to muss his hair. "Wake up for a little bit."
Bedtime opens a bleary eye, and looks up at Lenore. "Wha?" he asks, yawning widely, still keeping a hold on Lenore's shirt.
"I was hoping you could help me pick out some more blankets for you," she replies.
"Just soft," he says, his eyes starting to close again. "Soft, and powder blue," he continues, his voice getting softer and softer.
Shaking her head, she musses Bedtime's hair again. "You need to help me pick the patterns and everything. Soft to you is different than soft to me."
Bedtime lifts confused, and oh-so-sleepy eyes to meet Lenore's. "Huh?"
Lenore chuckles, and steps into the shop. Once out of the sun, Bedtime seems to be able to stay awake longer. His heavy-lidded, large eyes take in all of the sleepy-time stuff. A small smile comes to his lips, and he tugs, weakly, at the strap of Lenore's shirt.
Stopping, she looks down at the little Pae. "Yes?" she asks him.
Bedtime merely points to the pillow in front of him. Following his directions, Lenore looks over at the pillow, and nods. "Good choice, darling. Of course, I am sure you know your bed things," she says, smiling down at him.
He nods, slowly, and covers a yawn. "Can I have that one?" he asks, in his ever-sleep-hoarse voice.
"Sure you can," Lenore says, and picks up the pillow. "See any blankets you like?"
Bedtime nuzzles his cheek into Lenore's chest and shakes his head. "No. Sleep now. . . ." he says.
"Alright, darling," Lenore says, and lets him. She continues looking around though. . . .
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Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 8:18 am
2/28/2006
I am horrible at keeping up with these things. I think my own journal has but a few entries!
But, another child, another journal!
Bedtime is great. He has to be the cutest little boy you have ever met. And, no trouble at all! All he ever really wants to do is sleep! I don't know if that is healthy, but if that is what he wants to do, then I really won't try to stop him. . . .
He and Bellatrix get on really well, which is great, actually. I didn't think Bellatrix would like him at all. She doesn't really seem to like many people, including myself.
Oh well, back to Bedtime. On Valentine's Day, he went out to the "dance" with Bellatrix. I was hoping he would meet some other Pae, but Trixie explained to me that he slept most of the time.
But, one of the nights I asked Trixie to watch him, he met another Pae. He told me, when I actually got him awake, that he thinks she and him are brother and sister. He said that she had a marking on her tummy, like him. He can't stop talking about her. He keeps asking (again, when he is awake) if he can go back to the island and see her. Or, if he can ask Bellatrix to invite Casala over when he is there, so she can come over. Sorry, the other Pae is named Friend.
I believe she might be the little orange Pae'il that I have seen Eirnae with. I will have to grab her before she hurries out with her one day and ask her about her.
-Lenore.
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